it's a terrible thing
to have your heart
betray your mind
to feel so out of body
or rather out of corpse
because you're dead
weight. but, wait
this isn't over
sad you didn't get invited
to the sleepover?
and if you did
all you wanna do is talk
about the feelings that
hold you down
and put images of your neck
and his lips
together.
and his eyes
and his smile
and his laugh
and his bod—
don't push it
because that's gross
and i hate that you're into it.
because thinking only makes it worse
so how about you act right
and turn your mind off
better yet, flip the switch
on your two-sizes-too-big
cardiac organ
i'm sure your cerebral cortex can't take it
matter of fact
i can't take it
i cannot stand you
you and your emotions
why can't you keep it together?
why can't you learn to make it better?
stop trying to hate the girlfriend.
you're just mad 'cause she does it
better.
you're just mad 'cause those
blue orbs
and crooked canines
are hers to behold.
and he's waking a wreck in you
but you haven't the right to be mad..
so shut the fuck up.
because this was a bad choice on your part
and you know that.
so stop begging for sympathy
i'm tired of you and your shit.
fuck off, just fuck off
i hate you.
and in doing so
i hate me.
and i'll scream as loud as i want
I DON'T CARE.
just take your desires and go
scram.
GO.
